#All Travels
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Holly….
“Is this a good book?” she said. And that was the beginning of a long conversation that is still ongoing till this date. Holly, like her name had something holistic in her, as if you are talking not to a person but with thoughts without any efforts, free, sublime and serene thoughts. She was coming to ghana for her vocations and for drumming lessons and we met on the plane…….I said ” not much to see here, but few good deserted beaches and some poverty shock”… but when I met her the second time, I had to say that I am seeing africa for the first time with you. She…
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Stray thoughts on Kokrobite beach…..
For the past few days now I am listening to some europian music, I think it is french and italian and somehow enjoying it a lot although not understanding a word of it…..Made me think today of this music I am listening to… these words possibly having totally different meanings tied to it, possibly talking about some tangible things and I thinking them otherwise, taking them for some ode of old love…….like this song “La Mer” which I now know is about the sea…though somehow it is tied to old love hanging always around us like the sea……. Made me think of do we all create our own realities to…
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Remember, Remember, the 5th of September
5th September 2008….An other day passed in my human life. Wondering around the streets of Stockholm, i finally settled on a bench in front of Strut-Gallerian near Kungsgatan Ostermalmstorg, and allowed my self again to break into those tiny pieces of my intangible but solid existence…..these pieces, “memories”, “emotions”, “destiny”, to name a few; all having their own lives and their own deaths and all detached from each other like the crowd i see now on this busy street… all in pursuit of their own happiness. The “Memory”, thinking about all the people I want to remember and all i don’t want to remember and trying to find happiness in…
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Transit lounges…..
I found my self on a transit lounge again, in a different land and in a different time. This time being in AddisAbaba(Ethiopia) and with a different person, a young man to pass the next 5 hours.Transit lounges sometimes become so symbolical and majestic to me, as if depicting the whole world in a small place. Allot of people from distant worlds and different times, trying to make their way from one gate to another, all these people acting like ships, floating in the sea of time, carrying loads of memories and experiences and a desire to keep the ship moving. The standing aero planes becoming the vessels of “desires”,…
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Freedom…….
Freedom…. One of the things I am enjoying in africa is getting a lot of time to read and think which keeps me busy most of the time. I recently finished two very long and great books. “The road to freedom” by Nelson Mendela and “Shantaram” by Gregory Roberts. Both were autobiographies, the first one about a freedom fighter fighting for his countrymens’ freedom from his own countrymen, the second about a freedom fighter fighting for his own freedom from his own countrymen…….. Nelson spending his 27 years in prison in the persuit of freedom for his people and Gregory breaking the prison and living for years on run for…
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The I in me……
Call it my agnostic sense of horror, or my being nostalgically sensitive, but their was something, their was something in there in the walls , in the air, there was something out their in the whole ambience….. and then i looked on the floor and i came to know that i am treading on top of the slave dungeons where the old spirits are still breathing. The famous white castle of cape coast , one of the infamouse slave castles of ghana was entering into me, with all its past gradeur and sadness. The whole castle was colored in whity white color shining from miles along the coast. Not a…
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First week in Ghana
People selling things on the traffic signal, traffic rush, city with churches and mosques ………isn’t this all sounds pretty familiar or say pakistanish? , But its not………………….Dozens of men and women selling, bread, tissue papers, biscuits etc etc on the traffic signal as if you are moving through a grocery store…… hours and hours of waiting in traffic jams,……. churches of every god-dammit type (mehodist to catholics to “Lambs of god” to 12 apostles and jehovahs) and mosques of Ahmadis and other sects…….and above all you being treated as a white man, one can easily say Pakistan is doing quite fine. But that was just the space around. The real…
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The rain attack
As if summoned by the tribal witchdoctors chanting some ancient voodoo call, the majestic rain army comes down with all its pride, sounds and fury……. The big palm trees shivering in fear just by the sound of these tiny soldiers …the Commander in chief totally in control of His army…..the water-brigade totally in sync with the wind battalion and the thunder snipers ………..rivers of dead rain soldiers flowing everywhere with the same gruesome dignity fulfilling their motives of momentary life. A big thunder strike and I found myself woke up in utter darkness, with the rain soldiers still dancing and laughing, rushing towards their own end….….. Whatever it was….. a…